Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters, that right belongs to J.K. Rowling. Nor do I own Fairy Tail or its characters, that right belongs to Hiro Mashima.

Author's Notes: I will not explain my reasoning for this crossover, except binge reading a lot of Percy Ignatius Weasley/Hermione Granger pairings. This will be as it is stated in the summary, Percy/Lucy. I will try to keep it as canon to both worlds as possible, though I know I will be taking quite a few liberties as a writer.

Percy came to with a major headache and a very sore body. Though he was on a soft bed, under a thin blanket, head resting on a lumpy pillow. As he opened his eyes, he saw a rather blurry brown ceiling and walls. Meaning his glasses had been removed. He was sighing as he turned his head from left to right. He was spotting a small nightstand next to the bed with what looked to be a simple basin, pitcher, and his glasses. Which he desperately needed to put on, or the pain in his head would only get worse.

"Hey, try not to move," A gentle voice said in soft tones. "Tell me what you need."

Percy paused. He hadn't seen anyone in the room with him. Then again, he had not looked to the end of the bed either. Soon enough, the sound of footsteps brought a short girl with long dark blue hair and large, warm brown eyes into his vice. He guessed she couldn't be more than 12 or 13. But as he stared at her, he noted that there was a wisdom and intelligence in her eyes that he'd often seen in the children after the war. Meaning she'd been through some stuff.

"My Glasses, please miss," he said, hating how his voice cracked because his throat was dry.

The small smile she gave before turning at her waist and grabbing them. It irked Percy that he had to let her put them on his face. His arms didn't want to respond to his commands. But he had been sick as a child, and it had caused a similar situation with him being laid up in bed. So, the moment the glasses were in place, he watched as the girl turned again and poured a small glass he hadn't seen before without his glass half full of water.

"Your voice tells me your throat is dry," she said as she faced him again, sitting gently on the edge of the bed and quickly lifting his head. "Take small sips, please."

When the glass was pressed gently against his lips, Percy did as he was told. Each sip small, measured and spaced. Once the glass was empty, and his head was set back on the pillow, he looked around the room once more. He saw things in much more detail. He was in some type of Infirmary. And it was rather homey looking.

"Let me introduce myself, I am Wendy Marvel, Fairy Tail Mage," the girl said, drawing his attention back to her.

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Marvel," he replied in kind. "I am Percy Weasley."

When Wendy smiled at him, Percy wondered if he had said something funny — thinking on his wording, which was a standard, proper greeting for meeting someone new. He felt confused.

"You are a very polite gentleman, aren't you?"

At the sound of a prissy voice, Percy let his eyes dart to the end of the bed, where he saw a small white cat sitting in a pretty little pink and blue dress, arms crossed over her chest as she stared at him with nothing but open distrust in her gaze. This made him start.

"Carla, you are being rude. I think it is nice that someone has manners," Wendy snapped at the cat.

Percy's mind was scattered. He knew that familiars could talk if given enough time with their Wizard or Witch. But this cat looked like it was almost mimicking humans. That was impossible. Could it be a magical creature? What were the magical creatures of this world like? Would they interest his older brother Charlie would be fascinated by? So many questions flew through his head.

"I was raised to have manners… Miss? Carla," he finally stated as he realized the two were staring at him.

The dainty sniff he got reminded him of some of the girls he attended school with, then worked with at the Ministry.

"I think we should get Master and the rest of our Team Carla," Wendy stated.

When he saw the cat look at Wendy before nodding as it stood up on its hind legs, before walking to the end of the bed and jumping down, shortly, the door was opened and shut with a rather definitive click.

"You'll have to forgive her. Carla is protective of me and does not trust so easily," Wendy said, making Percy look back at her. "Now, would you like me to do a little healing before Carla returns with everyone?"

At her question, Percy thought for a few seconds before nodding his head. Readying himself for the nasty tasting Tinctures and potions to help him heal and numb his pain. Just to start and jerk when Wendy placed her hands' inches above his chest and stomach, glowing a pale green. Then his body felt light and relaxed. There was no doubt that Wendy was healing him, but he had never heard of someone healing with just their hands. Which made his mind jump back to the battle he had landed smack dab in the middle of. Two of the four people had been throwing fire and ice magic around without a wand. It boggled his mind that people didn't need wands to cast a spell, or to use potions and tinctures. Just how different was this world, really?

They were all sitting downstairs at their usual table when Happy flew off the table — making each turn to look as they saw Carla walking primly down the stairs. Her eyes were catching theirs before she was on the ground floor and moving towards Master Makarov, which means that the strange young man was probably awake as one of the four-main cells that made up Team Natsu stood and walked towards the stairs, just as Makarov reached them with Carla following behind.

"Well? Is the man awake?" Natsu asked.

The dark look the Female exceed shot him had the others chuckling.

"I would think so if I am down here, Natsu," Carla replied as she led them all up the stairs slowly. "His name is Percy Weasley. And he is a very polite person."

This had the group a bit stunned, but nothing was said as they stopped before the Infirmary door and opened it. They were seeing Wendy talking to the young man, who was partially propped up on pillows. The way his pale blue eyes darted towards them from behind his glasses was almost comical as they widened upon seeing them.

"Hello," he said to them in a softly.

Entering the room, Gray shut the door behind them, leaning against it. All eyes were on Percy as he just looked calm and collected. Though they could tell, he was tensing up and more nervous than he appeared.

"Tell me, child, how did you fall from the sky onto our Lucy?" Makarov asked.

This had them fighting to hide their amusement as he colored the same shade as his red hair. While not looking at the person being mentioned.

"Magic," he stated simply.

"Where do you come from?" Makarov continued.

"Earth, England, Wizarding Community," he replied, carefully choosing what he said.

There was a pause, allowing silence to hang in the air as they thought about what he said.

"Why did you come here from your world?" Makarov asked.

"To find my brother's soul," was the simple, straightforward answer.

Again silence hung in the air. Each was thinking about what Percy had said. It confused them as to why someone from another world would come to their looking for their brother's soul.

"Explain what you mean, child, please," Makarov prompted as he came to stand by Wendy.

"There was a war in the Magic World. Dark Wizards and their Lord trying to take over. During that battle… one of my siblings, a younger brother, died. But before he died, I saw an odd glow, then a flash," Percy explained. "It didn't register at that moment because to survive, we had to keep fighting, killing. And later, when the bodies were lined up it sprang to the front of my mind. And after using magic to see my own memories, I saw that just as the flash happened an image of another world appeared and a small glowing ball that looked like...Fred… vanished through it."

It was apparent that talking about it caused the young man pain. But it also left them confused about how one could use magic as he did. They'd all seen him use several types of different magic. All with his wand, which was currently locked in a safe in Master's office. Until they could understand his magic and how he had access to apparently many powerful types.

"That is interesting," Makarov said. "Can you explain how you can use so many different types of magic? Mages here can generally only use one type. They are spending their lives mastering it. Sometimes though, if they have the talent and capacity in their magic containers, can learn up to two or three, if not four. But those individuals are very rare."

The stunned, then confused look on Percy's face had them wondering what was going through his head. It is evident to all of them that he was thinking, sorting through his knowledge, and what to tell them.

"Where I am from, we are Wizards and Witches. Magic works a lot differently there. You are either born with the gift or not. Thus our world does not mix with Muggles, or regular humans for our safety. At one time in our history we were hunted and crucified. People believed to get our magic we made pacts with the devil. The Great Wizards and Witches of the past created a barrier that only those with Magic could cross. It overlapped with the normal world without causing issues. We learn in school starting at age 11, or 12, if their birth date falls after a certain time of the year." Percy explained, his face an open book to the more experienced eyes in the room.

"Why did the war happen?" Erza asked.

"Because certain wizards thought that since they had magic, they were better than our muggle counterparts, or normal humans if you will. And it spanned from the time of my parents being at the school, my youngest brother and sisters generation. It is over now, their leader taken down, and the followers now imprisoned and their magic nullified," Percy stated succinctly.

"And in this war, you lost one of your younger brothers. Which caused you to come here because you saw what you think is his soul come to this world?" Gray asked.

"Yes," Percy said, pausing for a second to take a deep calming breath. "And by doing so, I broke several of the ancient magical laws. I can never return home, or I would be killed."

There was a sharp collective intake of breath. The weight of Percy's words, the gravity of his situation, settling around everyone in the room like a heavy mantle on their shoulders. There was still more to this that wasn't being said. But it was also clear to them all that Percy was very well of the consequences of his choice.

"I guess we should call Bickslow, huh?" Lucy said.

"Yeah, see if he could give us advice on how to find a lost soul. And if he has ever heard of one arriving from another world," Gray said.

"You...you would help me?:" Percy asked them.

"Son, we are Fairy Tail mages. We help our friends and family. And you saved my brats, of course, we will help you," Makarov said, laughing as his hand came down and patted Percy's arm.

TBC!